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Name: Malachi MacDougall

Nickname: Mal

Species: Otter

Gender: Male

Appearance: Malachi is rather lean and rangy for an otter. His eyes are a piercing steel gray and his fur a dark brown, he sports a scar running across his left cheek from the base of his ear down to his jaw. He wears a tan tunic and a knee-length kilt in his clan's colors, red, green, navy blue and white; as well as rough leather armor and a simple, strong cord around his neck with a tiny wooden figure of three carved otters on it, two big ones standing together holding a little one, a pendant his mother carved of her family.

Weapons: He used to wield "The Iron Banshee," a claymore with otter runes up and down the blade that read his personal mottos, Justicia quod veneratio (Justice and honor) and Tutor verum (defender of truth). He's capable of using a sling and stones, should he ever get his paws on them.

Personality: A battle hardened warrior of the Far North, Malachi is experienced, industrious and attentive.

History: Mal was born on the Far North Coast to a pair of wandering rovers, Aengus and Moira MacDougall. The pair was attacked by searats when he was less than a season old, Aengus giving his life so Moira could escape with Mal. Moira managed to get her infant son to the Rogue Crew despite two arrows in her back, slip her pendant around his neck and hand him into safe paws before she died. He was raised as one of them from that point on.

When Mal discovered his fellow beasts in Aianar were in danger, he broke away from the Rogue Crew, swearing to fight to his dying breath to help free them  and founded the AFRA (Aianar Freebeast Revolutionary Army). The Highlander was captured during a stand the AFRA made on the borders of Mossflower. His last command to them before being knocked unconscious was "Keep fightin'; dinnae give oop, we'll take oor hame back!"